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Chapter 39 Thunderbolt (1)

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    Daegu, formerly known as Dalseong, is the third largest city in the southern part of the peninsula after Seoul and Busan. It is located in the mountain basin along the Geumho River, a tributary of the middle reaches of the Nakdong River. It is a transportation hub to the north of Busan Port and the capital of Gyeongsangbuk-do.  , was also the headquarters of the U.S. Army's Eighth Army Headquarters at this time, and was the last bastion of the United Nations Army's defensive war against the Nakdong River.

    Walking on the streets of Daegu City, walking along Sinchuan and passing Lanqiao, he saw the towering spire-like clock tower of Daegu Bank in the distance, disappearing and appearing in the mist. Paul had no intention of admiring the scenery of the river bank in winter. In the blink of an eye, he saw the whole street.  Many of the shivering refugees are still begging, just to fill their stomachs that have not eaten for several days.  Paul knew that hundreds of people froze to death on the streets in this city every day, and even seeing a corpse was commonplace.  In sharp contrast to these refugees, there is another kind of alien on the streets here, that is, there are many people wearing military uniforms as soldiers. This reminds him of the scene in Chongqing, China, where the largest number of people were soldiers.  .

    A little beggar in tattered clothes grabbed Paul's clothes and stretched out his hand pitifully to him. He looked back at the little guy with a dirty face, who looked only eight or nine years old. His heart couldn't help but tremble, and suddenly  He thought about his own son, who was about the same age as the little beggar. Think about how heartbroken he would be if he were begging on the street in such cold weather!  Without hesitation, he pulled out a ten-dollar bill and handed it to him.  At this time in South Korea, the U.S. dollar was the hard currency, and these ten dollars were enough for this little beggar to not go hungry for half a month.  The little beggar thanked him repeatedly, took the money and ran away excitedly.

    Maybe someone else saw the scene just now. Suddenly, a group of beggars rushed over and surrounded Paul, mumbling and shouting in Korean.  Although Paul had never been confused among the enemy's army, at this time he couldn't help but become a little panicked. He dodged again and again, but he was still surrounded more tightly.  Just when he was at a loss, a policeman ran over with a baton and a whistle. The beggars dispersed with a bang, and Paul was able to escape.  He knows that in South Korea, Americans like them are actually superior to others, and the police are going crazy trying to flatter them!  The policeman came over and bowed his head and said something to Paul. Paul couldn't understand it. He heard the clock above the bank ringing in the distance. He couldn't help but look at his watch. It was already twelve o'clock at noon. He and  The time agreed upon by the person.  He quickly quickened his pace and walked towards a restaurant not far ahead.

    This is a small restaurant by the Xinchuan River, opened by a Chinese, called Chongqing Restaurant. Paul opened the door of this restaurant and saw his old friend sitting by the window, Han Qi, who had been waiting for him.

    Paul quickly came to Han Qi. Han Qi had already stood up and motioned for him to sit down opposite.

    "I've kept you waiting! Mr. Han!" Paul said politely. He had stayed in China for two years and could always speak Chinese well. Even when he was interrogating prisoners of the Chinese Volunteer Army some time ago, the interrogator often asked him to go  Act as a translator.

    "It's okay. In fact, I arrived a little earlier than you!" Han Qi said politely. In fact, he had already waited a little impatiently for Paul. He waited for more than forty minutes. Their agreed time was at ten.  Half past one.

    A waiter came over with a menu. Han Qi politely gave it to Paul, but Paul shook his head. He had to order a few dishes he thought Paul would like, asked for a pot of tea, and sent the waiter away.  , then smiled and chatted with this old friend: "Colonel Paul, just now I saw you gave that little beggar ten dollars. Haha, you are really compassionate, but you may not know that you are harmful to others.  Kill him!"

    Paul couldn't help being stunned, shrugged his shoulders, and asked with some confusion: "Mr. Han, why do you say that?"

    Han Qi still smiled, paused for a moment, and then said: "There is an idiom in China, that is, a common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of having a jade! Haha, in this city with terrible public security, a child of such a small age can hold enough  If he eats half a month¡¯s money, he will be robbed, and he will definitely be beaten!¡±

    Paul didn¡¯t believe it and said, ¡°Mr. Han, do you think too badly about human nature?¡±

    "If everyone had humanity, then there wouldn't be this war!" Han Qi said leisurely.

    "How did Mr. Han come from Seoul?" Paul asked, not wanting to talk about such a profound topic with this old Chinese friend again, changing the topic.

    Han Qi gave a wry smile and laughed at himself: "Speaking of it, I am really unlucky. When I took the boat from Taiwan to Japan, I didn't catch the boat to Busan, so I had to take the boat to Incheon. Haha, how could I have known that when I arrived in Incheon???  "

    ¡°This is best!¡± Paul agreed.

    At that moment, the two people talked about many things. Paul especially asked carefully about the situation of the civil war between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party in China. He was especially interested in several battles and asked very carefully.  Although Han Qi is not a general and does not have much combat experience, he is familiar with many strategies and tactics. As for Paul's questions, he will tell them analytically as long as he knows them.

    Before you know it, time flies by and it takes two hours to eat this meal. In fact, both of them eat small and talk a lot.

    After saying goodbye to Han Qi, Paul returned to the headquarters of the Eighth Army. When he walked across Lan Bridge, he suddenly saw the little beggar he had just given ten dollars lying on the edge of the bridge, motionless. He couldn't help but leave.  In the past, I found that the little beggar was dead and his head was covered with blood.  An old beggar nearby told him through a passing Korean military officer that someone robbed the little beggar of his money and pushed him to the bridge. His head hit the bridge railing and he fell to the ground.  Never got up again.

    "He is just a child of eight or nine years old!" Paul felt that his heart was about to be broken, and his eye circles were already red, telling this Korean army officer so deeply.  But when he said this, he choked up and suddenly remembered Han Qi's prediction just now. Thinking about his son, his heart was already half cold.  "Find a place to bury him!" He forced himself to calm down, told the Korean officer in front of him in a commanding tone, and then turned and left.

    The Korean military officer had a smile on his face and nodded in agreement. In his eyes, all Americans were his superiors.  If it hadn't been for this officer's order, he might not even have looked at the dead child next to him!  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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